It’s a time to wind up, Grieves and sorrows, Cheats and betrayals. It’s a time to make luggage of love and happiness, Hope and courage. It’s a time to travel, From an old to a new year, With the people who loved you, In the
“There is no better time than the autumn to begin forgetting the things that trouble us, allowing them to fall away like dried leaves.” – Paulo Coelho, Adultery. Autumn. There’s something in this season, in this weather, that stirs a restlessness in you. An urge. A passion.